“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Late Afternoon


Loving to sit at my new outdoor writing spot. The late afternoon is warm, not hot. The vines on the fence still have some flowers. There is only the faintest breeze stirring the palm fronds; I can't feel it.  A small butterfly flits among my thriving green weeds. 

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Tree Gesture


That bare branch extends 
like a naked arm 
from its clothing of leaves,
the forked twig on the end
a thumb and pointing finger.

What does the tree want to say, 
gesticulating thus 
in graceful elegance
yet so significant?
'I am here,' it says. 'Here I am!'

'Here I am!' it says. 'I am here.'


(For Mindful Writing Day 2012)